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mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-16-2024
Night falls long and slow over Torchline, and though the sun dips down below the horizon, the blessed heat remains. Having booked the same inn and the same room they'd found themselves in that fateful evening after all that had happened in The Hanged Man, it had been curiously nostalgic to return there; Danta had spent more than a couple of minutes, in fact, checking to see if there were still bloodstains or scorch marks or wood scored by a fyrhund's claws.
A shower had called soon after, though, and now that he's washed the sand and the blood from his body, the evening feels all the fresher for it. The Maverick stands out at the balcony in the twilight, shirtless with his blond hair drying around his shoulders in soft waves free of seasalt. A pair of light, somewhat ragged jeans sit low on his hips, spaded tail flicking idly as he watches the streets below.
Taking a drag from the cigarette between his lips - he'd snagged a pack of them en route back to the inn that afternoon - the light flares briefly on his face, before he's exhaling the smoke over the balcony and considering, perhaps, whether he might persuade Astaroth to go out that evening.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-16-2024
He stuck to his word, dropping by the clinic to retrieve the books and sedative, tucking them under his arm as he paved his way along the shadows through Haulani toward the Inn. Finding out which room in particular that they were staying in sparks a touch of amusement in his gut, along the steady smile that lingers on his face as he drifts up the stairs and to the door.
He doesn’t try to be quiet, though. Why would he? Danta is quite the vision from where he stands along the balcony in the moonlight, smoke drifting from him and the tell tale glow of the cherry of the cigarette. He deposits the books on the nightstand, shrugging out of the floral red shirt and draping it on the bed as he passes.
He approaches, taking in the cuts and bruises forming, ones he definitely didn’t place and an air of jealousy flares upon his approach before he realizes that they aren’t exactly the type of love marks he’d initially thought.
Sidling up behind him, he traces a finger along Danta’s spine, avoiding each point of pain that might spark. “[say]My, my, what did you get up to?[/say]” He hums, stepping up beside him and smoothly snagging the cigarette from between his fingers with a wink to lift it to his lips and steal a drag.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-16-2024
The click of the door has Danta glancing up and over his shoulder, a smile automatically curling at the corners of his lips as he recognises the tall figure who steps into the room. Raising his free hand in a greeting, he leaves the butcher to potter around as he sees fit, only straightening a little as he senses him approach through the balcony doors. [say]"Mm...? Oh, I had a minor disagreement with someone in Rae's Fingers,"[/say] he informs him with a laugh, surrendering the cigarette and arching his back ever so slightly to feel long fingers walk the length of his spine.
[say]"Nothing life threatening, I assure you."[/say] Though the still fresh laceration along the curve of his shoulder blade does look deep, as does the cut on his neck - opposite the blooming bruise in the shape of a certain Ancient's teeth, Asta will be pleased to note. [say]"In retrospect, though, perhaps I ought to have visited the fountain before coming back here."[/say] Shrugging a shoulder and turning to lean back against the balcony railing, he tilts his head to Asta. [say]"And how was your afternoon?"[/say]
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-16-2024
“[say]Minor?[/say]” He asks, as if the state of Danta’s spine and back were anything to go by. But he seems relatively unharmed in spite of it, nothing that can’t be fixed, and so his tail curls around the Maverick’s leg gently to ground himself to the blonde. “[say]Good.[/say]” Even if the thought had him particularly murderous, and that it might be the perfect way to round off their vacation, it isn’t their region. And after settling things with Flora well enough, he doesn’t want to have to ruin it so soon.
Smoke curls around his nose and lips as he drifts further into Danta’s view as the blonde turns, horned head tilting as he takes in the other marks — though they linger on the ones he’s left himself, pleased to find they haven’t been marred by the struggle Danta evidently had during the disagreement. “[say]We could always take a moonlight jaunt down to it?[/say]” He raises a brow curiously, lips curling into a small yet sharp smile before he takes another pull off the cigarette and hands it back to the Maverick.
“[say]I had a lovely afternoon. I have new murder mysteries that come from high recommendations.[/say]” He assures Danta with a growing grin, invading his space immediately now that he can. He’s careful to touch, though, not wanting to jostle him too much. “[say]I also have acquired a new kind of sedative that may not taste so terrible. Though I anticipate it will not be needed tonight.[/say]” Because he’s quite possibly the most relaxed the blonde has ever seen him before.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-16-2024
[say]"Minor,"[/say] Danta confirms with a relaxed smile, resting an elbow back against the balcony railing. [say]"I may have cornered a ramphire. They may not have realised it. We may have fought."[/say] In this very minor disagreement, of course. Accepting the cigarette back with grazed knuckles and glancing fleetingly down at the spaded tail that comes curling about his leg, the Maverick takes another drag and reaches out to let his fingers run casually along Asta's bare, scarred shoulder, as if unused to seeing him so dressed down.
[say]"I could be tempted to go for a moonlight jaunt,"[/say] he agrees with a huff of smoky laughter, though he might be equally as inclined to stay right here in truth. The world is their oyster this evening, after all. [say]"Murder mysteries and drugs? Your afternoon was even more interesting than mine,"[/say] he quips back, flicking the ash from the cigarette and straightening up from the balcony. [say]"Here's hoping,"[/say] he says, and for all of Danta's posturing, his tone is genuine as he speaks now. [say]"Some bad nightmares could be a vacation ruiner."[/say]
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-16-2024
“[say]Ah, I see.[/say]” Astaroth drawls, pressing into Danta’s space enough that his hands can wrap around the rail of the balcony, leaning into the touch against his chest and along hardened scar tissue. His honeyed eyes are black in the lowlight, still taking in the marks visible on pale skin, amusement lingering with the abyss of their depths as they lift to look at the blonde.
He’s already planning the midnight jaunt, as it so happens, letting a dark laugh slip from his lips as he shakes his head. Maybe it was more interesting, but he was entirely focused on Danta’s own scuffle when it left him marred like that. “[say]Perhaps.[/say]” Comes the quiet agree to disagree, before Danta’s tone is more genuine, and Asta can quickly alleviate it with the way he lifts Danta’s chin up, meeting him halfway for a chaste and smoky kiss, relishing the addition to Danta’s citrusy status quo. “[say]It certainly isn’t my intention to ruin this wonderful vacation.[/say]” Though he never intends to have nightmares, it feels necessary to say.
“[say]Now, how might I tempt you for a swim?[/say]” He bounces a brow playfully, already starting to formulate ideas but curious if Danta has anything of his own he wants. A lock of his dark hair falls forward into his face, the long piece of hair brushing gently against the blonde’s face before he starts to withdraw.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-16-2024
There isn't much of the cigarette left, but Danta flicks it away over the balcony anyway as Asta leans further into his space, his chin lifting to meet his warm lips in a kiss. [say]"If it happens it happens,"[/say] he says with an easy smile. [say]"The only thing that would ruin it is if I didn't have your stellar company."[/say] He reaches out to brush that lock of dark hair out of his face, thumb running across his cheek and fleetingly against his lips, before Asta is withdrawing and Danta steps away from the balcony.
[say]"I can be tempted into most anything. But a swim in the moonlight with you? Not even the Family could stop me."[/say] With a devilish grin over his shoulder, the Maverick steps back into the room to rummage in the overnight bag he's brought, withdrawing a flimsy looking tank top. Tugging it over his head with a small wince and a soft sigh, at least none of his injuries are bleeding again, and he slips his feet into a pair of sandals and goes to lurk expectantly by the door for the butcher.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-16-2024
It’s a dazzlingly sharp smile that’s offered to the blonde as he hears the words, proving that he’s flattered quite well by the compliment. As such, his eyes remain glittering with playfulness even as Danta’s hand lifts to brush the lock of hair from his face, trailing along a warm, darkly tanned cheek, and then to his lips. He’s half tempted to snap at him for sheer nostalgia, but given the injuries Danta already has, he keeps his teeth to himself. “[say]It is a good thing that you have my complete and undivided attention then, isn’t it?[/say]” He hums playfully, allowing Danta to dip out to get ready.
He does notice the wince with the light tank top, and having brought nothing else but this for swimming, Astaroth opts to keep the same on for the trek to the fountain. “[say]You are making my job easy, you know.[/say]” He teases, tail waving contently behind him as he trails after Danta toward the door, opening it and gesturing for him to step out first.
The streets are mostly dead this time of night aside from the occasional drifter, and with the light salty breeze that pours through the alleys of Haulani, Astaroth breathes nice and deeply, uncaring whether anyone decides to ogle his scars. “[say]I wonder if it may be worth getting something similar to the fountain in the Grounds..? After the rage room, of course.[/say]” He muses thoughtfully, glancing sidelong toward Danta to see what his thoughts are.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-16-2024
[say]"I'd die without it,"[/say] Danta drawls half playfully, flashing a smile over his shoulder to the other man, stepping out of the room after Asta so kindly opens the door for him, heading out into the cool streets. The Maverick can't help but pause for a second then, honestly, if only because he remembers (albeit fuzzily) the last time they'd ventured out of these particular doors at this time of night. Feeling the sort of heat in his cheeks that has him biting his tongue as if giving himself a warning, he turns to walk with the butcher towards the fountain.
[say]"I'm beginning to think that being here has switched our personalities somewhat,"[/say] he says with a smirk, glancing between them; certainly Danta has never been so dressed and Asta so not, and whilst there's hardly anyone around to ogle the other man and his scars, the Maverick is doing enough of it for everyone.
A healing fountain for the Grounds isn't a bad idea, honestly, though as they head up through the small alleyways and lanes, he can't help but flash a fanged grin to Asta and nudge him with his hip. [say]"I'm quite certain you would be the only one who needed to use it regularly,"[/say] he remarks.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-16-2024
“[say]Terrible.[/say]” He drawls, his accent warping around the words as he trails after Danta to the street down below. The moonlit streets and the breeze quite familiar all things considered, especially given how fuzzy his own memories are, but he pays little heed to it — even going so far as to seem surprisingly more relaxed as they get closer to the fountain.
His head tilts toward Danta with the announcement, a laugh rumbling out of him as he contemplates the differences. “[say]You told me to enjoy vacation, so I am enjoying it to its fullest.[/say]” He murmurs, going so far as to when Danta nudges him with his hip, his long arm lifts to rest around the blonde’s shoulders in a warm but gentle touch, careful to avoid any wounds so that they don’t start bleeding.
And if he’s being honest, he’s looking forward to the fountain if only because he doesn’t want to keep treating Danta like he’s made of glass.
“[say]Probably true, but beneficial regardless.[/say]” He winks toward the Theocrat, surprisingly still playful and wide awake — largely due to the deep nap he’d had earlier. “[say]It provides less options for me arriving home like a kicked dog, mm?[/say]” Which, maybe he’s being arrogant and cocky, but something tells him Danta might appreciate that immensely.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-16-2024
[say]"I can see that,"[/say] Danta says of Asta enjoying the vacation to its fullest, his tail waving behind him in amusement. Where others might continue an argument, the Maverick's chaotic nature can't help but want to embrace this version of the taller Ancient, and he relaxes as best he can into the arm that curls around his shoulders. [say]"I do miss you having back pockets, though,"[/say] he remarks; all the better for Danta to slip his hand into and cop a feel, you understand.
Wrinkling his nose at the image - he despises the butcher arriving home as anything other than the confident and menacing presence he's fallen in love with come to expect - and nodding softly, luckily talk of their own fountain will have to wait, because soon enough Torchline's biggest asset is coming into view. There are naturally a few people sitting around it, some sipping water, others washing hands and faces - and yes, perhaps a couple of people swimming.
Stepping away from Asta, perhaps Danta's footsteps do pick up a little as he approaches, the Maverick reaching out to splash his face and take a welcome drink from the fountain, a substantial amount of tension flooding out of his body. [say]"Fuck,"[/say] he mutters, laughing under his breath. [say]"I didn't realise how sore I was."[/say]
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-16-2024
Letting a dark laugh slip past his lips, the butcher sighs shortly after with the mental imagery of Danta’s complaint. “[say]Luckily for you, my attire for tomorrow consists of back pockets.[/say]” Would he stop him from copping a feel? Tonight, no, tomorrow? Maybe. We’ll see how he’s feeling in the morning.
The fountain comes into view, though, and his arm falls from around the Maverick’s shoulders as he picks up his face. Astaroth trails behind, dark eyes surveying everyone else around, perhaps a touch possessive because obviously a few of those in and around the fountain are peering at the blonde Ancient curiously.
But Asta, ever Danta’s shadow, steps up to the fountain right when the blonde’s exhaling some relief and he reaches in to let his left wrist relax in the warm healing waters. “[say]Adrenaline, darling.[/say]” He purrs playfully, tipping him a wink before he slips into the fountain and reaches up to drag the blonde in with him, tail flicking as the only indicator of his intentions before he dunks him into it with a too sharp grin.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-16-2024
[say]"Just back pockets?"[/say] Danta wonders, water dripping from his chin as he flashes a fanged smile over his shoulder at Asta. Aware of but of course unbothered by the eyes that might be on either of them, especially with the butcher bright eyed and bushy tailed and apparently on patrol, he instead focuses on drinking a little more of the water, taking a deep and steadying breath for what feels like the first time in hours.
[say]"Mm, I suppose you're ri-- Asta what the fuck--"[/say] Interrupted by his own surprise as he's snagged and dragged right into the fountain - fully fucking clothed, might he add - the Maverick lands with quite a literal splash. One of his sandals is still on the ground next to the fountain thanks to it flying off en route into the water, but the butcher succeeds spectacularly on dunking him below the surface, much to his flailing and shock.
Emerging with a gasp, Danta is already trying to wrestle the other man, grabbing for his horns to drown him in turn, and if that won't make Asta go down, the Maverick will climb on his back and force gravity to do the work for him.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-16-2024
We’ll find out, won’t we Danta?
As it stands, there’s chaos to be had, and gods does Astaroth thrive with it — tail whipping up water in streaming arcs as he reaches out for the Theocrat in the pretense of being helpful when far more playful urges escape him. Impulsive as he dunks the Maverick despite the protests, letting him rise with a deep dark laugh that escapes him, only to immediately be grabbed by his horns.
“[say]Hey—![/say]” He croaks before Danta’s pressing him down into the water, a garbled gurgling sound heard as he goes under, wondering belatedly if it was even possible to drown in a fountain of healing water. Immediately latching onto the blonde’s leg, the butcher tugs sharply to pull Danta off of him so he can rise to get a breath of air, rising with his hair draped over the horns and stuck to them as he tries to get the long locks out of his eyes, immediately seeking out the other Ancient.